Lyrics:
Oh, misty eye of the mountain below
Keep careful watch of my brothers' souls
And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke
Keep watching over
Five hundred of them poor slaves,
Me boys, from their native land we bore.
We marched them up upon a plank and stowed them down below,
Scarce eighteen
the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with the James Boys out
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
huh
Time for lil momma to go up and bring the love
Lil momma bring the love
Clap your hands like this
Bob your head like this
Bob your head like this
flapped long ears and didn't brush up by day
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way
Now one fine day old Sandy Bob he
little hole
Cause darling, there's a rumblin' and a fire down below
And now that it's out, I don't know where we go
Oh what a night
Wine by the bar-light
Oh, misty eye of the mountain below
Keep careful watch of my brothers' souls
And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke
Keep watching over
A poisoned atmosphere where people are the past
It started at the landfill
Back in '62
It spread down to the coal below, the fire found its fuel
For 20 years
I'm when I’m dead because everything that's in my head is unholy
They used to really look down on me lately it’s feeling like they all below me
You
No trace of indecision
Lion hold his vision clear
Walk through the fire
Walking in the path of angel
Walk on down below, walk on down below
Walk
blow by, I'm getting' you high
Bob Nesta said it best everything will be all right
Introspect connect the sect's and let this music make you fly
Close
high
Be like by bitty bye biddy biddy byebye
Put the blunt down, here's the rundown
Riding sundown slide us out the front
Ill get you high, won't
and bring it flaming
Gently to the ground
Ground Dizzy Bell Miss Fortune fat and full of love-juice drip it on
The carpet down
Below the fire hose weep
ground Dizzy Bell Miss Fortune fat and full of love-juice drip it on the carpet down below the fire hose weep and whisky fortune sail me to the moon, dear
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
Bob was that guy who fights
Gets into a gun battle type
With a knife
Like, if you challenge him right now
You may be humbled by the fact
That he is
over the edge, and agrees
Meek descends the winding clay path
Down to the beach below, which is
Dotted with caves and huge, alien rock
Formations
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Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss
16 and a half centuries to go, and where it goes, nobody knows
I was punished for being born twice, and I
stay we could go home
We could go home down below, low, low
Nobody knows where we will go
Down below, low, low
Can we stay inside? Lay here by the fire
inside
Feel the breeze blow by, I'm getting' you high
Bob Nesta said it best, everything will be all right
Introspect, connect the sects and let this
All I can jump are the fires you've lit
Yet you have the cheek to call me the arsonist
Would be the most amazing opening line of a poem
But
Oh, misty eye of the mountain below
Keep careful watch of my brothers' souls
And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke
Keep watching over
and there's nowhere else to go (go, go)
And the only way to see me's if you looking up from down below (down below)
And there's nothing else to say so I may
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